Snow!

I stumbled outside, and to my amazement, the mountains had begun to succumb to an enveloping mist.  This thickening mist permeated the surroundings and concealed all signs of life.  It reminded me of a water balloon that expanded until it could hold no more.   I stood there with my fingers crossed and prayed that it would burst its innards out soon.

Whizzing through the air, I nearly knocked over my dad as he went out to warm-up his vehicle. 

“What are you in such a hurry for?”

“It’s going to snow, and I need my coat!” I yelled as I went into the house.  

                My breath lingered behind me as I dashed back outside to witness this wintery phenomenon.  The petite flakes began to fall, and brought back the memory of autumn when the leaves fell gracefully from the trees.  Their lengthened descent prolonged the shrouded light from escaping any time soon.  Excited, I tried to save one of the intricate snow-flakes.  “Where did it go!” I shrieked as I ran with my arms outstretched, hoping to catch it like a football.  Unexpectedly, the icy crystal nose-dived and lodged itself onto my cheek.   The frigid speckle made it seem as though I had been kissed by a pair of cold lips.  Curious to see what it tasted like, I licked away the chilly substance, and discovered that it left an empty feeling in my mouth that made me crave more.  I hurled some up into the air to see if I could catch it in my mouth.  It went soaring up and then came tumbling down, plastering my face to a point to where my vision no longer existed.

                “Mom, come quick!” I bellowed.

                “Are you hurt?” She asked inquisitively.

                Worried, she came galloping through the door, slipped on the newly formed ice, and crash landed onto the soft, blanketed snow.

                “Wow!  Can you do it again?” I pleaded earnestly.

                “One time will be all that you get to see,” said my mom as she glanced over her newly, received battle wounds. 

                “Now, what did you want me to see?” she inquired embarrassingly. 

                Looking like an icicle, immobile and freezing, my mom stood there, and waited for my answer.  Hesitating, I propelled my numb hands into the heap of freezing snow and came up with a spherical mound.  I began to chuckle to myself, realizing that she had fallen for the oldest trick in the book.

                “Ahhh!”  She screamed as a volley of snow splattered off of her back.

                “I will get you back!” She shouted playfully as she chased me around the yard.    

                We went on like this throughout the day until my tummy began growling, telling me that I needed a vigorous meal to revive me.  After dinner, my dad asked me why I enjoyed snow so much.

                “I enjoy it because it provides fun things for me to do and it provides jobs for people,” I replied in my little, seven year old voice.

                “Well, when you get as old as me, you may think otherwise,” he replied as he stood up and showed me how stiff and sore the cold had made him. 

                “Wow, I never thought of it that way, but I guess everyone has different likes and dislikes,” I said.

                “Yes, they sure do,” my dad agreed as we both headed to bed and awaited the next day.